No seriously, I want to know because so many movie nowadays feels like it’s following some unwritten code or pattern that somehow everyone magically knows about. And it’s stifling the devil out of these movies. And we all wonder why I’ve become more and more bored with the rate of movies coming out.
I’m even trying to ditch some of the things I’ve been told in school on how to make a character or write a story. Just educated all the heart out of movie making, character creating and story writing (if you let them anyway.)
Where is the joy and love and just all around cheesiness of movies? You remember the magic of older movies? You remember when you finished a movie you felt so high up in the clouds? The only reason you didn’t promptly re-watch it was because you were so high up you needed to wait until you digest and came back down. You remember when the first chord of music would start playing and it would send you into a tizzy?
Nowadays these movie lack even a third of that, much less half.
(That’s probably why, thank God, I discovered Bollywood movies. I was missing things I didn’t even know I was missing.)
Case in point I’m doing good if I go to the movies three times a year now. In fact the only times I’ve been the movies this year…well technically I will not have until the Hobbit and the Madea Christmas movie comes out.
All these movies coming out, and I don’t plan to waste a dime on them to see.
And that’s sad if you ask me.
Some progress shots from my Thranduil watercolor fanart.
The finish project will be up tomorrow as this is queued.
The she-wolf hunted me down
And I ran
I ran out of fear
Out of fear
I could not see
Blind as I was
But she hunted me down.
Face to face
Seeing her yellow eyes
As they bore into mine
She hunted me down.
But instead of blood-lust
I saw warmth
Deep in her yellow eyes
I saw my reflection
A mirror of my soul
The she-wolf hunted me down.
The day that we came face to face
Is the day we became one
And the day I was reborn.
—— Listening to David Guetta - She Wolf (Falling To Pieces) ft. Sia when I came with this.
There can be so much heartache.
There can be so much sadness.
Jealousy can blind us.
Anger can kill us.
Sweet, unbridled joy, can save us.
For each weep,
There is hope.
Fore each tear,
There is a hand.
Fore each hurt,
There is a shoulder.
Have you ever danced with the trees?
Swayed with the branches,
Gently blown by the wind?
Allowed the leaves to take you by the hand,
And spin you beneath the canopy?
Have you ever?
Something I wrote down one day.
It just hit me.
Ice Skating Fairy
This was suppose to be a remake of the 2011 version titled Lightenin’s Dream.
At this rate, I don’t plan to finish it any time in the forseeable future, but I really like the sketch.
I love the painted background so I might use that somewhere else. I also tried to vector paint it which was kinda cool.
Some doodle I did absently when I needed a few seconds break.
Kinda funny and aztecan like to me.
He touched her body in reverence.
Each touch, a sign of his respect and love.
His fingers danced in awe.
Finding hidden treasure.
The cool, crystal droplets of water splashed upon her face.
How he loved to watch them fall,
Envious of their obvious caressing of her delicate skin.
———Been awhile since I posted a proper prose.